The Soleanna Museum of Culture and History was having a special exhibit on their myths this month. All the paraphernalia associated with their gods and the rituals to worship them were on display, and the tour guides had to learn a new routine about the 'exciting and magical' world that their ancestors had bought into more than half a millenia ago.

The preservation of these materials was simply extraordinary, and it was definitely a treat to see. The museum directors had re-created a small temple to Solaris, their prized god that the city was named after, and it was decorated richly. In the very center was a scepter or rod of some sort, found in one of such a temple, undamaged in the least, although it looked very delicate. So far, their archeologists had been unable to date the artifact, but it was assumed to be the same age as the temple, about 680 years old. The purpose and use of this scepter in rituals was also yet to be ascertained, but they hoped that they would be able to find more information about it later, since there weren't any other scepters.

Word had gone around - jokingly, of course - that the object was cursed. After all, the five people who had come in direct skin contact with it - three archeologists, a technician, and a curator - had all gone violently insane to the point of brutal suicide. But after having it in storage for three months with nothing wrong to the museum itself, they felt rather confident in putting it with the rest of the collection in a glass case, looking innocuous, and the dark wings gleaming a little from the streaming sunlight...

Players: Mephiles,SilverOOOOOOPEN TO PLAY!

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His shifting form writhing within the scepter, his prison for hundreds of years. His anger flourished and his words echoed into the minds of mortals who dared to touch the scepter's pristine glass. Neatly carved by their ancestors just to house their greatest and darkest secret. The capture of a god, demi-god.

How he waited in it's darkness, overlooking the world and how it changed. From wooden wheels to those made of rubber. Steel structures rose up after stone had fallen. Demonic eyes ever watching, plastered against deep crimson sclera. The coming and passing of heroes...villians. Only to come upon the era of Sonic the Hedgehog.

Interesting...it perked the demi-god's curiousity, a small blue rodent capable of running at such speeds. Winning against a crazed maniacal human. Dr. Ivo Robotnik...most call him Eggman. Such idiocy. None will know what sort of horrors he could bring upon the world. But soon...soon they will. Soon they shall bow before him as they should have years back. Before a true god. He merely needed to wait...wait just a little longer. They all shall suffer at the hands of Mephiles, Mephiles the dark.

All the world needed to free him was just a soft...nudge. Surely his powers will reach someone of the daily crowds...possess them into breaking his containment. Release him.

The young boy was awfully excited to be going to the museum, having heard such fascinating things about the exhibit this month. Blaze had bought him the ticket, only so that she could go and get her nails done in peace, but he was assured that he was a big boy now, and that museums were really one of the safest places around.

It was all so pretty, the gold things, and the tapestries, and the outfits of the priests, all so outrageous and mysterious. It felt less like a history, and more like another civilization entirely. How could this be the Soleanna of the past? It was so... so foreign!

One of the shiny things caught his eye, standing out in opposition to the bright and colourful objects around it. Dead center of the recreated temple court was a dark scepter, purple and black swirling around to meet with a pair of sleek wings on a creature he could not discern. Silver got close enough that he could press his nose against the glass (he didn't, being a good'un) to really look at it. The purpleness of the scepter was a hollow glass tube, and the black was actually a metal surrounding it. There was some sort of... of ink, or liquid inside it, and the head of the scepter now looked more like a cap or stopper. So strange.

As he stepped away from it, he swore he could hear the faintest of whispers saying things he could not hear or understand...

This is the one he has been looking for, waiting...silently waiting. Secretly as the white hedgehog neared green slitted eyes stared right back up at him. The 'ink' would swirl and writhe in reaction the closer the hedgehog got...and even as he stepped away did the whispers seemingly increase.

At first all mumbles and incoherent words, different languages and everything sticking together, jumbled up. Then the words of the language Silver knew would stick out. Echoing through his mind in faint whispers...but quickly becoming loud enough for the hedgehog to hear.

As if someone was whispering behind him into his ear.

" Awaken me, Silver the hedgehog...awaken me and untold treasures will be at your grasp. Powers of heroes. Wealth and riches for your greediest of desires. Love from those you crave...I can give all if you release me.

The god's words would be contorted, containing a thousand other voices. And as if like a string...something tugged against the back of the white hedgehog's mind. An urge just to shatter the scepter. Get these rewards this voice spoke of. For now the demi-god watched, waited. Tried to extend a strand of his power out towards the white one. To corrupt the hedgehog's thoughts, drive him into the brief chaotic insanity. Destroy his containment.

He walked on, seeing the sights, vaguely listening to the tour guide, and trying not to think too much about that stupid stick. Gah, he could still hear the voices! If anything, they were louder, more insistant. He knew it. He was going crazy after all. No one believed him when he said he thought he could move things without using his hands, and no one else seemed concerned about many, many voices whispering out, cajoling him to return.

Silver thought he heard a little bit of a language called 'Latin', some Basic, Echidnian, and other vague languages which began to closer and closer resemble the Common Tongue, until he understood it. Well... at least it wasn't like he could hear the voices directly telling him to do something, because it was still a whirl of languages and statements, but he got this inexplicable urge to return. Return, take the scepter, and dash it to pieces on the floor. Oh, and there would be rewards involved. Somehow, he 'knew' this.

The voices, they were his friends. They knew his name, his issues, his very memories. Maybe they knew even more than he did, like where he was from, and who his parents really were. Ugh! Ridiculous! He was nuts! Now somehow... listening to these made up voices, instead of shrugging them off like a sane person. Go back... break it... There would be no consequences...

He leaned against one of the marble pillars of the museum, trying to clear his head and stop himself from going back. Just... resist... His steps began to drag back, guiltily. Maybe... he just wanted to take another look at it, right? Maybe there was something important hidden in there, like a map, or like the true Aqua Vitae, the Waters of Immortality...

He looked up and found himself standing in front of the case again, security cameras fixed on it. Now was the last chance to stop himself, or suffer the consequences...

The voices persisted as Silver continued through the museum, try whatever he could the voices would not cease...would not stop...they continued and grew louder slowly. Continuing to demand him...speak of rewards for his obedience. That soft tug at the back of his mind would continue. Almost clawing at his mind like some sort of wild animal wanted out.

When Silver finally returned to the glass container did that tug feel more like a pull. Whatever it was that persisted on releasing itself from the scepter would keep at Silver's mind...untill the hedgehog commited suicide.

" Release me! Now! "

A more angered, irritable voice came....the liquid within the scepter seemed to writhe even more. For a brief moment Silver might have even saw an eye...demonic green slitted eye staring back up at him from within the inky substance. Glaring almost. Then the voice returned.

" A̯͙̭ẉ̙̥͗̚a̳̙̞̰̜͕̯͌͠ḱ͓̳͎͇̙̇̐̌ë̬̪̝̮nͤ҉͓͚͔̼ͅͅ me! R̸͕̔ê̯̭̱̳͖̼͛̽ͅl̞͔͇̝͙̫̔͆ͬ̀̃͝e͙̼̖̯͇a̯̭̹ͫͥ̆ͫ͆̌s̮͈̭ͫͅe̫̫͍͓̤͙̪ͩ̑̃͂̓̑ me now! Silver the hedgehog! Release me!" once more, more than one voice spoke out. Trying to drive the other hedgehog over the edge. Make his final decision and shatter the glass containment. Release the god of darkness....

The harsher the voice was, the more it hurt him, like it was tearing into his very mind and soul. Oh, the pain, the blossoming pain, like his mind was being ripped like cobwebs. His resistance was decreasing with every step, every moment. It hurt so bad! He was becoming more and more under the sway of the dark voices, which were seeming to congeal into one hard and imperious Voice.

Silver shuddered as his steps were dragged, feeling like a prisoner to thoughts and actions that were no longer entirely his, or, for that matter, under his control. Nnnnoooo! He knew that this was bad! And if he was being controlled, then this thing had to be bad!

He was barely aware that his fingers were on the case until they tapped against the glass. Break him free. He lowered his feverish, resisting head against the cool glass, movements jerky. The insanity beconned him to be rid of the pain. Yes... end the pain. Break him free. He took a gasping breath, raised his head, and then brought it down hard on the case, leaving a thin crack. And again, and again, and again, widening the crack, slashing into his forehead and letting his blood smear onto the glass, again, again, giggling madly, tears in his eyes, out of control...

He dropped the scepter to the ground with trembling hands, vacant eyes reflecting the movements of the dread piece, while he waited for Master's bidding...

Ah...it does his bidding at last. Someone has done his bidding at long last...

Watching the glass be smeared with blood, crack and soon shatter into a thousand pieces around the white hedgehog's feet. Green eyes widening with glee, demonic intent, and maliciousness. Soon he felt the warm hands upon the scepter...thrusting it downwards.

The seal is broken!

The moment the glass containing the inky substance did the voices in Silver's mind instantly stop....the tug at his mind and that control over it instantly stop. A wave of relief would wash over the white hedgehog...but it may soon be replaced by guilt and terror.

Almost like a movie theme did a thick dark smoke erupt and surround the scepter. That dark inky liquid coagulate and collect into a larger mass. An almost slimy looking hedgehog begin to form...the dark liquid solidifying into fur...crystals...into a demonic looking creature. Green eyes staring down upon Silver....

A tear forming upon this things pale muzzle as a mouth opened, spurting out that dark inky liquid...bearing toothy canines against a black mouth into a broad grin, "...hello there, Silver the hedgehog." it soon spoke up in a dark ethereal voice. In behind that voice he would faintly hear the hundreds other voices echoing into the whole.

He stood nearby docilely, the last strands of control breaking free, but leaving him feeling drained and still a bit muzzy. He was not yet horrified at the thing taking form in front of him. It was there. Was that not natural? Was anything?

Silver was relieved that he was no longer forced with that iron will to do the Voice's deeds... but he began to think more as his mind cleared. "W-w-what the-??" The thing had been broken, and the ink was expanding and becoming... a person! That was not natural! Where did he come from? The person was the ink. And the person was the Voice. And he had let the Voice free.

...Why did he seem so... familiar? Ah, this was bugging him!

He watched, frightened, as the figure took a definitive shape, traits. As the ink became soft fur and deadly crystal spikes. Silver stepped back, and then fell, and didn't get up, so transfixed was he. Then it occurred to him, from one of the murals, and the fact that the Voice was so... un-human, and enticing, and knew his name... Well, it couldn't be a mortal. It looked... very much like...

The figure fully materialized before the now fallen white hedgehog, green eyes glaring down upon him with disgust...humor...and a boiling rage that has collected over the centuries. Clasping clawed hands together he took a step forwards...only to...in a phantom like way...circle the hedgehog. Eyeing him over with some interest. "..it is I...I am the god you speak of....my name is Mephiles the Dark, Silver.." soon a toothy grin spread across a pale muzzle.

Waving his head side to side...oh what will he do with this hedgehog? Ears twitched briefly to the sounds of what seemed to be security guards on their way. With a wave of his hand however did the doors into the exhibit slam shut and lock....the unfortunate people who had remained will be locked in here untill he and the hedgehog left.

"Now...now what is it shall I give the one that has released me from my slumber?" stepping closer to the hedgehog, kneeling down and glaring upon him, cocking his head to one side. Unblinking green eyes continued to bore into golden yellow. Whatever will he do?

Raising a clawed hand over Silver's head. "...perhaps d̡̥̈́͆͑͗̋̊e̼͊́a̟͕̚t̴͙̦̱̩̮̼̞h̨̗̟́? Or perhaps something a little more special?"

He cringed and tipped back further, starting to hyperventillate. Oh dear oh dear oh dear... He... follows a voice in his head, no- forced to do its bidding, and then it turns out to be a creepy looking god that wants to kill him?? And Blaze said museums were safe. Hah.

"D-don't kill me..." He begged feebly. "Please..." He put his hands on his head, curling up on the floor protectively in fear. The fixtures and art stuck on the wall began to rattle alarmingly, while the things under glass cases were beginning to move and jerk into the cases. He was beyond frightened. Silver never knew anything about this before - and now he had a flipping god threatening to kill him!

"You promised good things... blessings... if I obeyed you," he said quickly. "Don't... don't kill me..." It was like he didn't even register the 'something special'...

The god watched the now terrified hedgehog, chuckling as he felt the ripples of power from the younger one. Grazing a claw over the rather....unique quills that grew out of Silver's head. Stroking them back slowly before chuckling once more. Small dark tendrils writhed up from the ground, coiling around Silver's wrists and ankles before abruptly tugging him up to his feet and stretching him out. Not to a painful stretch however. Ears flickering once as he snickered.

Running clawed hands over Silver's regular bracers on his wrists. Green eyes glinting with malicious intent before waving his hand over the hedgehog's wrist. A dark aura formed around Silver's hands and feet. New material would form while the old disintegrated. "...perhaps you have more control now over that telekinesis hmm?" he spoke up softly, how he enjoyed to play with minds....it was said...when someone was afraid their true person came out. It was possibly truth with this hedgehog. He was easy to manipulate....scared...no control.

"Well Silver the hedgehog, I give you new bracers, gloves...and boots.....control those powers of yours more easily. Those emotions of yours wont send them into chaos." a dark chuckle came from the god while the dark tendrils would fade away as if they never existed. Waving his head from side to side as he slowly stepped away, holding out his hands. "Now a question from myself. What year is it?"

Silver tried not to gasp out in fear from the strange caress he received. He was jerked about without warning, suddenly finding himself standing, or at least in a standing position. "Huh??" His arms were held out above his head so he couldn't do anything. Well, anything with his hands, at least. Things were still rattling alarmingly.

"Tele-what? H-hey, what are you doing???" He noticed the ink on his hands and feet, and the numb stinging feeling that they started to have. The young hedgehog looked at them with wonderment, awe, and slight dismay as he noticed his clothing replaced by that a little more... darkly suited. It could help him control... whatever it was that was making things move about? The headaches? His fingers flexed into his new gloves, not surprised that they didn't even have to be broken in. Emotions, huh? Feelings the root of power? Fascinating. He... he didn't even know that it was one of those 'powers' do-hickey things that the superheroes had. It was something of horror to him.

"The year...? Oh... yes... 3028... sir..." He bowed his head and looked away, not wanting to irritate the god and get himself killed anyway. Just under 200 years from his time. Strange...

The fool didn't even know the ability he was born with...wasn't it obvious? Surely the god wasn't the one making everything shudder within their confines. Merely snorting at the hedgehog's retort to what he was doing, watching him after a moment. Seeming...a bit bothered by the date however. Letting his muzzle wrinkle and brows furrow together with some contemplation.

"...it has been over 600 years..." green eyes shifted to glare upon the scepter, running a clawed hand over it's broken surface before picking up the fragments. "...600 years trapped within this tomb." speaking in a loud...and dark growl. Crystalline quills prickling with his onset of anger, soon shifting his attention back to Silver.

Waving a hand around towards the shaking objects. "..How could you not see...notice the ability you are born with boy? Only a fool would walk around with such ignorance." the god was annoyed...but...teaching this hedgehog might just prove useful later. Use the white one for himself....it was already obvious he can easily be manipulated mentally, something Mephiles was a master at.

Now...where to next? Where should he go from here...now that he is out of his confines.

Silver shook his head at the god talking to himself. Okay, he was crazy. Just his luck to get the crazy one. Then again, '600' years was indeed a long time to be stuck in a stick. Enough to make anyone crazy, really. The hedgehog tried to stay away again when he noticed that the god was indeed now very irritated.

"I'm not foolish... I just... it just... happens... " He looked away. "...really scary... I don't like it. It is threatening and I could hurt someone. I don't know why I've been cursed like this..." He finished quietly. He did consider it a curse, something beyond his control and understanding that just was there, like, something haunting him.

Mephiles would snort at Silver's last retort, yes...he was a fool...and no this was not a curse. Forming a small orb in his hand then and holding it up before the white hedgehog. "This power is not a curse...if you want a curse I can very well provide one for you. Your power is a gift, rare among mortals to possess them...even in your era." growling and soon waved away the small orb of energy.

Stepping past the hedgehog and towards the door, ears swiveling to the sounds of men outside. "Either way your power will be useful for me. I have things I need to do, people to see and someone to find. You will help me or I will kill you." having jerked his head around to glare upon the white hedgehog, pupils thinning slowly. This god...indeed was crazy..and maybe even insane now. It seemed like he was.

He blinked. A gift. Really? He had never thought about it like that, but then again, it had always seemed like something horrible and tragic. "Okay..." The orb thing was really impressive. Then again, he was a god.

And you didn't go against gods. He had seen enough of the tapestries to see what horrible things angry gods did. Carpeting the forest with his shredded innards and impaling his remaining, slowly cooling body on a spiked stick would be considered humane. Best to follow along meekly and make sure that he never angered him, especially not since this one was crrrrrraaaazy.

"I will help you," he mumbled. "How do you want me to serve?" Baaaaaad situation. He cringed a little at the glare, and then dropped down to his knees again patiently.

Mephiles frowned though was a little more pleased when Silver lowered down to his knees....much better...the hedgehog better serve him well. Or he will find himself dying from something gruesome. Pupils thinned at the inquiry....silent...then thought of something to get the hedgehog to work with.

"Find the where abouts of Ḯ͇̠̯͗̂̾b͉͔͈̯̘̗ͮ̈͑̉ͥͦl͙̟͗̎̋̒̒í̜̼̝̹̣̑s̼͈̹̗̯ͮͧ̀̑ͅ....and you will be rewarded, hedgehog." he uttered darkly, more irritated with himself at losing sight of his brother...unsure of where the firey spirit has been set to rest...contained for as long as he. Stepping away then and towards the door, allowing it to open to the surprised group of guards. Growling darkly when he noticed their weapons. Snapping his fingers and the world around Mephiles and Silver turned an odd shade of purple. Shadows a little bit bigger...swirling almost...and the light reflected off of whatever surface has been intensified and glowed an eerie shade of indigo and purple. As if someone had just turned up the contrast on the whole world.

The god itself writhed with darkness as if he were death itself...and upon his back spanned open two large...black feathered wings. Shimmering to the darkness and contrasting world around him. Bright green eyes were the only tint of color upon the shade. Burning with intensity of the sun. Glaring upon Silver.

The god's words now howled with a thousand souls, this was his territory. Time...it was obvious seeing that everything was frozen..time itself having stopped. Pointing onwards to Silver's escape route and with that the dark form slowly disappeared into the ground...to find his own way along the world.

Silver blinked as everything went purple. "What the-?" So... pretty. His favourite colour!! He noticed that the guards were motionless, some with feet in midair, unaware of anything. Time had stopped completely. The white hedgehog touched the others, amazed at this. They were almost levitating!

He winced when he heard the command. Of course. There was always something. "Okay... And if- When I find your brother, where do you want me to be? Should I go and find you?"

He winced at the thousands of voices, promising bad things if it didn't happen. Noooo answer to his questions. Then the god disappeared. Silver grabbed the gun off of the first guard he saw, and high-tailed it down the hallway, ripping a random picture off the wall too. Anything to help him. Where could this 'Iblis of Fire' be???